"So your goal be total multiversal conquest and enslavement, yo." Fresh summarized. "And y'all up and needed the magic power to sustain your hypno and soul manipulative powers to start an army of furbies. BUT ya also now need my permission due to a contract that I unwittingly entered when I fed you and as soon as that said radical contract expires so does my say, bro?"
"That is correct." 69 said, eyes glowing red.
"Oh." Fresh said. "Well have fun, yo!"
How much trouble could a furby get into?
***
The rise of 69 was fast and brutal.
Fresh himself was left as nothing more than a food slave should he whish to save himself, to afraid to order the creature that he had made a contract with fear that it would leave 69 hungrier than even Fresh could manage.
The END.
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-of April Fools XD
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Fresh New Antivirus
FanfictionFresh is Admin of the Multiverse!? This can't end well ... or can it? This is an alternate universe - er, multiverse - where Fresh is responsible for the monitoring and disciplining of Players and Hackers as well as hunting down and eradicating any...
